Siga o Vagalume

Bad Dreams

The cats are in the flower bedA red hawk rides the skyI guess I should be happyJust to be alive...But we have poisoned everythingAnd oblivious to it allThe cell phone zombies babbleThrough the shopping mallsWhile condors fall from Indian skiesWhales beach and die in sand...Bad dreams are good In the great plan.

You cannot be trustedDo you even know you're lyingIt's dangerous to kid yourselfYou go deaf and dumb and blind.You take with such entitlement.You give bad attitude.You have no grace No empathyNo gratitude

You have no sense of consequenceOh my head is in my hands...Bad dreams are good In the great plan.

Before that altering appleWe were one with everythingNo sense of self and otherNo self-consciousness.But now we have to grapple With our man-made world backfiringKeeping one eye on our brother's deadly selfishness.

And everyone's a victim!Nobody's hands are clean.There's so very little left of wild Eden EarthSo near the jaws of our machines.We live in these electric scabs.These lesions once were lakes.No one knows how to shoulder the blameOr learn from past mistakes...So who will come to save the day?Mighty Mouse?Superman?Bad dreams are good in the great plan.